Literature
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Presences by William Butler Yeats
This night has been so strange that it seemedAs if the hair stood up on my head.From going-down of the…
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Politics by William Butler Yeats
How can I, that girl standing there,My attention fixOn Roman or on RussianOr on Spanish politics?Yet here’s a travelled man…
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Peace by William Butler Yeats
Ah, that Time could touch a formThat could show what Homers ageBred to be a heros wage.Were not all her…
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Paudeen by William Butler Yeats
Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spiteOf our old Paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blindAmong the stones and…
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Mongan Thinks Of His Past Greatness by William Butler Yeats
I have drunk ale from the Country of the YoungAnd weep because I know all things now:I have been a…
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Mongan Laments The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved by William Butler Yeats
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns!I have been changed to a hound with one red…
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Mohini Chatterjee by William Butler Yeats
I asked if I should pray.But the Brahmin said,“pray for nothing, sayEvery night in bed,“”I have been a king,I have…
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Michael Robartes Remembers Forgotten Beauty by William Butler Yeats
When my arms wrap you round I pressMy heart upon the lovelinessThat has long faded from the world;The jewelled crowns…
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Michael Robartes Bids His Beloved Be At Peace by William Butler Yeats
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;The North unfolds above…
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Michael Robartes Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods by William Butler Yeats
If this importunate heart trouble your peaceWith words lighter than air,Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease;Crumple the…
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